Chapter 87: A New Stimulation #2 [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 87: A New Stimulation #2 [R-18]
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Beep-!
Miyuki, who had been spacing out while soaking in the open-air bath, was startled by the sound of the washing machine coming from outside the bathroom.
It sounds like Matsuda is washing the bedding that got wet...
‘Haaa...’
A sigh escaped her lips.
Her face flushed hot and her heart pounded.
That’s how mortified she was by the disgraceful display she had put on in the living room.
She felt like going to a field of reeds and screaming at the top of her lungs.
Recalling how she had lifted her hips, gushing the fruits of her arousal, Miyuki took a sharp breath and buried her face in the hot water.
Then, she screamed.
The bubbling water tickled her cheeks and ears.
Even though she couldn't breathe, she felt a slight sense of release in her chest.
After exhaling all the air she had held, Miyuki lifted her head.
“Fwah...!”
The cool breeze wafting in from the slightly open window cooled the water on her face, creating a refreshing sensation.
It was raining outside. Looking at the gloomy sky, it seemed like it would pour all night.
This would be the perfect time to go to that ramen shop... Suddenly, she felt hungry.
“Can I come in?”
Miyuki, who had been imagining a hot bowl of miso ramen, flinched at the sound of Matsuda’s voice from outside the bathroom.
But she quickly calmed down.
The unique sense of stability that his low, mellow voice provided had washed over her.
If he had just announced he was coming in, she would have refused to the death, but his gentle tone as he asked for permission softened her heart.
It was embarrassing to show him her naked body, but they had showered together once before, so... it should be fine.
Besides, she had already shown him such a shameful side of herself earlier. This was nothing in comparison.
Having made a quick decision, Miyuki answered in a barely audible voice.
“Okay...”
The bathroom’s sliding door opened cautiously.
And...
“Hurry and come in... Hiiiek!”
Miyuki, who was about to welcome Matsuda, shrieked and covered her eyes.
He was completely naked.
“Wh-what are you doing, coming in completely naked...!”
The day they had showered together, they had both worn underwear.
Of course, they had taken them off when they had sex, but at least before she was overcome with pleasure, while she was still in her right mind, their private parts had been covered.
The steam had also fogged up the bath, which made it less embarrassing.
But this was different. The complete opposite of that time.
She could clearly see Matsuda with his penis exposed, and a wave of shame washed over her.
She took back her thought that this was nothing.
Bathing together was still awkward and blush-inducing.
“I have to shower. I can’t exactly come in with clothes on.”
Miyuki was momentarily speechless at Matsuda’s dumbfounded reply.
Slightly parting the fingers covering her eyes, she watched him enter the tub with a splash, then lowered her hands.
“No... you could have just worn underwear like last time...”
“Is that really necessary?”
With that, Matsuda placed a plastic bottle on the tile edge of the tub.
Frozen mineral water. Seeing it, Miyuki flinched and avoided his gaze.
The ice reminded her of what had happened in the living room, making her feel a pang of guilt.
Did he read her mind?
Matsuda stretched his arms out to his sides.
“Come here.”
“.....”
Miyuki’s face reddened as she glanced at Matsuda’s defined, firm pectoral muscles, glistening with water. She pursed her lips and slowly approached him.
As she slipped between his legs and turned around, Matsuda let out a low laugh and pulled her waist closer.
Then he twisted open the cap of the water bottle and brought it to her lips.
Seeing the clear water that had melted slightly and pooled near the opening, Miyuki suddenly felt thirsty.
Her lips parted demurely.
Matsuda tilted the bottle, letting the water flow into her mouth.
A cool, refreshing sensation traveled down her throat.
A pleasure similar to their ice kiss seemed to shoot through her brain.
Even the feeling of a single drop of water that missed her mouth, trickling down her jawline to her collarbone, felt good.
Enjoying even that sensation, Miyuki shivered, gulping down the melted water in the bottle until it was empty.
“Feel good?”
She nodded like a good girl at Matsuda’s gentle question.
“Haaah...”
Letting out a pleasant sigh, Miyuki pressed her back firmly against Matsuda’s chest.
Her body sank into his embrace, feeling incredibly cozy.
The touch of Matsuda’s hands gently caressing her stomach was so comforting that she felt like closing her eyes.
“Matsuda-kun... when the sun goes down...”
“Yeah, let’s go there.”
“I haven’t said anything yet...?”
“Didn’t you want to get ramen?”
“I did...”
“See?”
Miyuki pouted.
She found it annoying how Matsuda was boasting with such a confident tone, as if he knew everything about her.
“.....”
A strange competitive urge sparked in her, and a thought crossed her mind.
The article she had read and memorized... Seven Ways to Drive a Man Crazy.
Recalling one of them, she lowered her hand below her groin.
Then, she touched Matsuda’s penis, which was right beneath her vulva.
Flinch.
Matsuda reacted the instant her hand made contact.
His reaction seemed much more intense than when she had touched him in the car.
Feeling inexplicably proud, Miyuki moved her hand further down to the thin scrotum enveloping his testicles, and began to gently scratch it with her fingernails.
A short, choked groan escaped Matsuda’s lips. “Ghk!”
She could feel the muscles in his legs, which were supporting her, tense up.
And... she vividly felt his limp, soft penis instantly harden and tap against her private parts.
“Heok...!”
As Miyuki continued to play with her hand, she heard him trying to suppress his primal breaths from behind her, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
The article she had read was truly amazing.
To think he would have such an honest reaction to just a little stimulation...
She decided she would have to read it often and memorize every single word, down to the last syllable.
“Airi...”
A frustrated exclamation escaped Matsuda’s lips.
A moment ago, she had been the one being led on by him, but now the tables had completely turned.
It was fun, and strange.
‘Next is...’
The article said that after caressing the testicles, once the man starts to react, you should stimulate the glans to drive him even crazier.
Or, you could grip the shaft and gently stroke it.
Failing that, it said it was good to tease him by stopping for a moment.
Miyuki, recalling the tips from the article, turned her head to glance at Matsuda.
Though he was scowling and glaring at her, his eyes were soft.
Reassured, Miyuki smiled sweetly.
Deciding on the second option, she turned her body completely, sat between Matsuda’s parted legs, and gently wrapped her hand around his penis.
A firm texture.
Yet, thanks to the foreskin covering the shaft, there was also a slight softness.
She had felt it when she had lightly gripped it in the car a while ago, but his penis was incredibly large and long.
It was hard to believe that this thing had entered her, ravaged her insides, and that she had felt pleasure from the act.
As she gently moved her hand up and down the shaft, Matsuda, who had been stone-faced, relaxed his hips even more.
He looked like he was starting to feel pleasure.
Seeing him like that, Miyuki gained a strange sense of confidence, and her hand movements gradually quickened.
‘Here...’
The article said he would like it even more if, in the middle of stroking, she caressed the glans with three fingers as if spreading oil...
But when she actually tried it, it didn't work as she’d imagined.
Perhaps it was because his penis was submerged, creating too much resistance.
“Hey... stop for a second...”
While Miyuki was lost in thought, stroking his penis, Matsuda tapped her shoulder and spoke.
Brought back to her senses, Miyuki asked with an innocent tone.
“Why...? Does it hurt...?”
Is it because I started gripping it harder as I stroked?
Or is it because I’m clumsy and it doesn’t feel good?
As Miyuki pondered deeply about why Matsuda would say that, her mouth fell slightly open at his next words.
“No... I think I’m going to come.”
“Huh...?”
He’s already close to ejaculating?
Did it feel that good? Or has a lot of time passed while I was lost in thought?
The article did say that for a man, the very act of a beginner giving him a handjob was a huge turn-on.
Maybe that was it... she wasn't sure.
By the way, it also said that men like it when you take it in your mouth when they cum...
But the taste of his semen, which she had experienced in her room last time, was incredibly bitter.
And that was just from a light touch on the tip of her tongue.
For that reason, she just couldn't bring herself to take it in her mouth.
Not yet.
* * *
Miyuki has a specific expression she makes when she’s deep in thought.
She tilts her head at a slight 15-degree angle and lowers her gaze.
That was her state right now.
Ignoring my request to stop, she was still gripping and stroking my cock, thinking about something.
It was probably about that handjob article she read.
It was admirable how she, like a model student, was constantly researching, but right now, I wanted to cum.
I had been dying to cum for a while now.
That’s how good Miyuki’s first-ever handjob felt.
Even in the water, where I couldn't feel the proper pressure, there was the satisfaction and pleasure that came from the monumental situation of her giving me a handjob for the first time.
That psychological factor grew and exploded in my head, and it was now urging me to ejaculate.
Unable to hold back any longer, I shot up from my seat.
“Ah...?”
Miyuki let out a surprised gasp as her arm was pulled up with me, her knees straightening out.
She was kneeling, still stroking my cock, while I was the one receiving her service.
That was our current pose.
With my cock out of the water, I could feel the pressure properly.
The friction was happening quite fast. My cock felt like it was on fire.
“Ugh...!”
I couldn't hold it in anymore. I grabbed her wrist to keep her hand from pulling away, fixed it on my cock, and then let go of all the strength in my lower body.
Miyuki’s expression turned urgent, and she covered the head of my cock with her left hand.
I don’t know why she did it. Maybe she sensed it instinctively.
That if she just left it, the semen would spray all over her face.
The moment Miyuki covered the head, the stimulated glans erupted, and semen gushed out.
The semen that burst out coated and filled Miyuki's slender hand, then dripped into the tub water and floated away.
A short time passed.
Just as the semen, which seemed like it would pour out endlessly, began to lose its momentum, Miyuki’s hand slowly pulled away.
The cloudy liquid was unusually viscous today.
Miyuki stared blankly at the sticky fluid clinging between her fingers, then lifted her head.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her face was innocent, but there was something inexplicably erotic about her expression.
“....It’s sticky...”
I don’t know why Miyuki looked so damn sexy as she murmured her observation in a small voice, rubbing her hands together.
“Hoo...”
Exhaling the breath I had been holding, I stroked Miyuki’s water-soaked hair once.
Then, as she smiled sweetly and was about to wash her hands in the tub, I stopped her and moved to get the showerhead that was resting outside the bath.